Tuesday Tunes

Today I am probably opening a can of worms. Shinedown – Monsters

Good for you, you fooled everybody
Good for you, you fooled everyone
Good for you, now you’re somebody
Good for you, you fooled everyone

Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don’t get angry, don’t discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage

‘Cause my monsters are real, and they’re trained how to kill
And there’s no coming back and they just laugh at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they’ll never say die
And there’s no going back, if I get trapped I’ll never heal
Yeah, my monsters are real

Good for you, you hurt everybody
Good for you, you hurt everyone
Good for you, you love nobody
Good for you, you owe no one

Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Call a doctor, say a prayer
Choose a God you think is fair

‘Cause my monsters are real, and they’re trained how to kill
And there’s no coming back and they just laugh at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they’ll never say die and there’s no going back, if I get trapped I’ll never heal
‘Cause my monsters are real

Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don’t get angry, don’t discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage

Leave a light on if you’re able
‘Cause we both know you’re unstable
Call a doctor, say a prayer
Choose a God you think is fair

‘Cause my monsters are real, and they’re trained how to kill
And there’s no coming back and they just laugh at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they’ll never say die
And there’s no going back, if I get trapped I’ll never heal
Yeah, my monsters are real

My two cents :

This song really hits home for me. As a survivor I know most monsters have a human face. So hearing him sing that his monsters are real just made me feel less alone.

My monsters are real.

They have a face that

society accepts.

They hide among

Those who I was

Supposed to trust.

The rot within

Is somehow unseen.

They eat at my brain

Throughout the nights,

As that was their plan.

My monsters hurt others

Because I am not heard.

Silence a weapon

In their hands,

Used to beat the innocent.

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Tuesday Tunes

I always have a wide variety of choices for music to pick from. My music tastes literally run from classical to heavy metal and everything in between. That being said… I am only chosing one per week to discuss. This week I am choosing a cover song. I admit that I never heard the original. I dunno if I would like it as much. I am a big Supernatural fan. It is what got me listening to the song to start with.

Brother (as sung by Jensen Ackles)

Lyrics :

Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need
We get a little restless from the searching
Get a little worn down in between
Like a bull chasing the matador is the man left to his own schemes
Everybody needs someone beside em’ shining like a lighthouse from the sea

Brother, let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home

Face down in the desert now there’s a cage locked around my heart
I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far
I ain’t made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone
I know that in my weakness I am strong, but
It’s your love that brings me home

My two cents :

Not all family is blood. Not everyone has blood family that they are close to. I have a decent, albeit somewhat distant, relationship with my own sibling. The distant is a physical thing. We chose homes in states hours from each other. So I miss him. To me this song talks about the type of relationship that you never need to question. I have had very few of this type in my life. I can count on one hand how many. Jensen really has an amazing voice and he sings this with so much emotion. Even if you have never seen the show the video will feel like you are seeing family.

Tuesday Tunes

Hello my lovelies! Thank you all for your understanding and well wishes yesterday. I am not back to 100% but I am doing better. This weekend was a lot of me sleeping to recover. Today’s song took me some thinking. I like to use songs that have meaning to me, beyond just me liking it. That way I can perhaps encite a discussion, or try to. So there were several that popped to mind due to indepence day being this week…the one that won the spotlight in my mind isn’t some patriotic theme.

Today I want to talk about Independence Day by Martina McBride.

Well she seemed all right by dawn’s early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak.
She tried to pretend he wasn’t drinkin’ again
But daddy’d left the proof on her cheek.
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day.

Well ,word gets around in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
But mama was proud and she stood her ground
But she knew she was on the losin’ end.
Some folks whispered and some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
And when time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day.

Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today
Is a day of reckoning.
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay
It’s Independence Day.

Well, she lit up the sky that fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames
And took down some names
And send me to the county home.
Now I ain’t sayin’ it’s right or it’s wrong
But maybe it’s the only way.
Talk about your revolution
It’s Independence Day.

Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today
Is a day of reckoning.
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay
It’s Independence Day.

Roll the stone away
It’s Independence Day.

This song is so powerful. The lyrics speak so much about the other side of Domestic Violence. The side of those who are helpless, just watching and having no way of stopping that speeding mess.

Tuesday Tunes

Today I chose an older song. It’s temporally appropriate. Today, twenty one years ago, I made the choice that the song talks about. Today he is 21. Happy Birthday.

Michelle Wright

He would be 16.

She gets in her car,
October Friday night.
Home from work down
thirty-one, past Franklin
High.
She can see the
stadium lights, she can hear
the band. A thousand crazy
high school kids screamin’
in the stands.
Quarter-back and home-
coming queen, love to young
to know what it means.
She goes back in time oh in
her mind, its like a dream.

Chorus:
He would be sixteen. The son she
never knew. It hurt so much to
give him up, but what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.

A child should have a home.
she knows her folks were right.
She never heard the couples name,
just that they were nice.
She wonders if he’s taller than his father was?
Does he drive a car by now?
Has he been in love?
She shakes back to relatity.
She knows things turn out the way
they should be. But she just can’t
help but ask herself; does he know about me?

Chorus:
He would be sixteen. The son she
never knew. It hurt so much to give him
up, but what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.

She never even got to hold him!
And nights like this it hurts to miss
the son shes never seen.
He would be sixteen.
He would be sixteen.
(lyrics end)

Adoption is not an easy choice. I at the time felt like I was giving him his best chance. It was my own decision… However, it affected so many. I have been lucky, I have been able to know my child. He is an amazing young man. Still, I could have ended up like the girl in this song.

Tuesday Tunes

Music has a power for most of us. Whether it is just a background in our lives or part of our soul. From the lullabies sung to us as children to the songs played at our funeral… Music is a strong part of life.

My great grandfather on my father’s side owned a country radio station when I was a kid. I got to spend a lot of time there, and doing various events for the station. It made the connection to music stronger for me.

I know many writer’s need music to help with the writing. For me I zone into the words and everything fades into the background. Still I think that music is something that I should acknowledge as a major part of sharing “me” with all of you. So that being said… I have decided to adding to the Tuesday rotation Tuesday Tunes. Tuesday Tunes will be where I choose a song that is sparking my attention and give you a link to the YouTube video, the lyrics, and maybe my thoughts. Obviously I will not be doing this every Tuesday but it will likely be a option that I will be doing.

Today, I want to start with a song that my daughter got stuck in my head.

Emily Finchum – Bones

Bones
Emily Finchum

[Verse 1]
Sometimes they find whole skeletons
Dug up from down below
They put the bones where they don’t fit
To make one of their own

[Verse 2]
They’re so set on what they want
The bones aren’t put where they belong
They go and put it on display
And say they’re anything but wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
You took the bones of a Tyrannosaurus Rex
And said that it was human
Now it’s needlessly complex

[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head

[Verse 3]
They dig them up from ruins
From things of long ago
Then they take your words and bury them
Six feet down below

[Verse 4]
They’re so set on what they think
They fail their archaeology
Instead, they’re just hypocrites
Who don’t make apologies

[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head

[Bridge]
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”

[Chorus]
The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you’re so logical but you’re barely making sense
You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head (2x)

[Bridge]
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”
There’s a fracture in the spine
“You’re wrong, victory is mine”

Thoughts ~ this song speaks to my introverted nature. It talks about the falseness that seems to permeate society today. It has an interesting beat.